"And now for the come down...."

And now for the come down.

The day after. Another day off for some. For others, one more shift to get through until the weekend. Depending on how you roll, the house is either spotless because you cleaned up last night, or it resembles a college dorm room because you said “fuck it” and just had more wine. It’s time for pie for breakfast, and leftovers for lunch and dinner. Some will do the Black Friday shopping thing, others look to take in a movie, and the rest will lie prone under blankets, still a bit shell-shocked from cramming more socialization into a few hours than they’ve managed in the last 6 months. Thanksgiving is like an avalanche. It doesn’t stop to ask permission. Extended families are jammed together, sometimes against their will, and everybody is expected to behave. There may be the odd instance of an uncle having too many pre-dinner Miller Lites, but for the most part everybody remains civil, politics is off limits, and the true shit-talking doesn’t start until all the cars have pulled out of the driveway.